Dr. Carte sits at the edge of your couch as you noisily suck her cunt.
Since everyone's fucking everyone in this house, you have no reservations about doing these things right out in the open. Why not? No one's going to be scandalized by it, right?
You have both the finesse and eagerness to get her squirting on your face in no time. Your wet slurping of her engorged clit and labia echoes off the high walls. Dr. Carte, you've found, tastes a lot like her daughter. And as much as you like to eat Whitney's twat, you like to eat Dr. Carte's even more because hers is meatier, more tender, and hotter to the touch of your tongue. If this is how Whitney's cunt is going to mature... you've got many years of happiness in store.
"Jesus, Alabaster..." Dr. Carte sighs. "You're too good at this. You're way too good at this. How did you get so good at this?"
You decline to state.
Instead, you just take a swig of baby oil, and grin up at her, and then spit. The oil forms a long, gentle, laminar arc, and splashes against her nude upper body, smearing her chest and her naked tits. She becomes shiny under the room's bright ceiling lights. The oil runs down the length of her soft body in dozens of long, slick streams -- under her udders, across her tummy, down to her lap and her thick upper legs. She giggles. The rest of the oil in your mouth, you squirt through your lips directly against her pussy. It's a sharp, forceful stream, like ejaculating against her clitoris. She shivers despite the warmth of the liquid, clutches your hair, and holds your head to her crotch. "Like that," she pants. You begin to lap at the oily mess you made of her fuckhole. "Just like that. Nice and wet... nice and fucking wet... oh god..."
She squirts again on you, hugging your head between her legs as she does. Nice and fucking wet indeed: your face is coated in Dr. Carte's fragrant fuckslime.
Your reward when you come up for air again is just what you wanted. Dr. Carte switches places with you, getting on her knees before you to service your meaty prick with her giant tits. It's why you spat all that baby oil on her -- and she more than understood the purpose of it. Dr. Carte, mashing her jugs together, stares lustily at your shaft pistoning up and down between them. The oil, mixing with your precum, flies up in little droplets that hit her face, your stomach, and the cushions. You sit slumped back, posture wide and loose, and let her do the work. It feels good... it feels really, really good to get paizuri from Dr. Carte.
You hear Mom's voice from the entry to the living room. "Oh my god! What are you doing?!"
So there is someone who'd be scandalized after all. Rather than hide what you're up to, or try to cover up in the slightest, you just stay sitting there as Dr. Carte lewdly works you over. You smile up at your mother; she's come back with Charlotte, just in time to witness the fun.
"Alabaster..." Charlotte breathes. She shifts her weight, mom jeans straining. Her pants are always a couple sizes too small.
"Why are you using that horrible... drunk skank?" Mom demands over the slapping noises of Dr. Carte's tits against your thighs as she fucks her boobs up and down on you.
"Can it, lady," Dr. Carte sneers. She's still staring at your oil-slick dick. "If you want this cock, you'll have to wait in line for it."
Whereas Mom is indignant, Charlotte plays the concerned maternal figure. She strides into the room, and sits beside you. She strokes your bare shoulder and forearm, cooing: "Oh, honey... if you were backed up, all you had to do was tell me. No need to resort to cheap, used goods like Renee..."
"Fuck you too," Dr. Carte says, but she doesn't stop the titjob. You try, and fail, to suppress a groan. Charlotte coos again, and holds your shoulder a bit tighter. "You poor thing," she says. Then, she begins to pull her sweater off, revealing her bare, sweaty torso. "You want me to take over, right? I'll wring all that backed-up cum out of your balls for you, don't worry..."
Mom springs into action. She won't be the odd one out. She sits on your other side, and strokes your other arm, and says: "Don't listen to these sluts. You want your mama's body, after all... right?"
It seems even as your two mommies try to seduce you, they're paying close attention to the way your dick slides in and out of Dr. Carte's supple tit-flesh. Boldly, Charlotte begins to fondle your nutsack, and says: "they're so heavy today, baby. You need a good place to empty that load, don't you?"
Mom circles a finger around one of your nipples. She bites your earlobe. "You can cum inside me... see if you can make a baby with me, okay?"
But all their obscene attempts to pry you away from Dr. Carte have the opposite of the intended effect. Moaning deeply, your balls tighten. Then your cock is spewing a thick white load all over Dr. Carte's chin and the top of her breasts. Dr. Carte smiles delightedly as you hose her down, and doesn't shy away from the load you're depositing on her. She holds her mouth open and lets a few stray spurts land on her tongue. The jizz on her chin hangs down in strands that refuse to snap, and the jizz on her tits lies in a pearly puddle atop the oil it can't mix with, jostling like jelly as she continues to slide her all her delightfully soft meat up and down on you. Your cock becomes streaked white with your own sperm as she continues the titfuck unabated.
"Alabaster..." Charlotte says, guilting you. "Why would you waste your sperm on her face, when you could leave it up my holes instead...?"
"Nonsense," Mom says, joining the guilt trip. "The only hole you want to fuck next is one of mine, right? Which one do you want?" She's already fighting out of her jeans and shirt. She turns, gets on all fours. She leans against the couch's armsrests and holds herself wide open for you. "Mama's pussy? Or mama's asshole? You can pick, Alabaster. Either one is fine with me..."
Charlotte mirrors her aunt's obscene display. Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she stares back at you with fiery eyes: "You don't want some loose fuck that you won't even feel, do you? You want a nice, tight... hot piece of ass... like mine. My pussy is even tighter than Scarlett's asshole is... and my asshole is so tight that it might hurt both of us... I don't mind, though... let loose on me, all right?" She wags her hips, shaking her fat butt and making it jiggle.
Dr. Carte grins devilishly up at you. She's still the one in control of your dick right now, and she won't relent for anything. "Your mothers are the real skanks here," she tells you. "Look at them wagging their asses for you like a couple of bitches. Hey! This kid's your son, you fucking whores -- do you realize that?"
"Of course," Charlotte says.
"That's why I want him to fuck me..." Mom adds. She starts to finger her own cunt as she explains: "It only makes sense that a mother's body is the one most compatible for her son, doesn't it?"
When their attempts to sway you don't seem to succeed -- Dr. Carte's paizuiri is just too divine to quit, even for a moment -- Mom and Charlotte resort to the desperation tactic. They get down on the floor with her, and jockey for position. A rude, three-way, back-and-forth shoving match commences:
"Get off me, bitch!" -- "Fuck you, you skank!" -- "Stop molesting my son!" -- "You psychotic cunt!" -- "He's mine! He belongs to me! Let go of his dick right now!"
You end it summarily: taking the bottle of baby oil in hand, you dump it over them. Like pouring vinaigrette on a salad, you drizzle it over their heads and faces and chests, back and forth across all three of them.
"Alabaster!" Mom gasps, her features becoming blurred and her hair becoming slick. Her voice sounds strange with oil burbling off her lips, like trying to speak underwater. "You inconsiderate-- rude-- nasty little boy!"
"Shut up," you command her.
This forceful demand shocks her quiet. All three women stop -- stop moving entirely -- as you dump the oil over them with a steady glug-glug-glug. They sit there and take this humiliation, as your cock still throbs between the soft, tender confines of Dr. Carte's titties. It's fun to degrade them like this.
"Share," you tell them.
"But--" Dr. Carte begins. "Don't you want--" Charlotte says. "You shouldn't waste your time with--" starts Mom.
"Share," you repeat, voice husky and thick with lust. "Or I'll go upstairs and fuck someone else instead."
The three women take a moment to pout at each other, proud despite the oil dripping off every curve and prominence of their faces, chests, and torsos, and the cock that they've fallen to their knees to pleasure.
Dr. Carte reluctantly makes way for Mom and Charlotte to get in. With her in front of you, and your mommies on either side, then begins one of the most heavenly experiences you've ever had: a three-woman titfuck. Six huge, swaying hunks of titmeat all pressed up to your horny dick, trapping it, in their oily, sweaty heat and plumpness. The excess of oil you poured now pools at this central point, and so, staring down, you see that your cock is submerged beneath a puddle of warm, clear fluid. It's such an erotic sight, your red veiny penis fucking in and out from between the nubbins of their nipples, each a different shade -- all three mature women working hard to bring you off against their chests. Their mouths curl in pleasure, getting off on simply getting you off, and being treated this way by their dirty little boy; you can smell their arousal tinging the air. When quickly you lose another load, you can see your cock pulsing beneath the surface of the lube, adding your fuckslop to the mess between them all, and they just keep rubbing you until you've shot it all out.
Sighing in sheer contentment, you lean back, and close your eyes. But if you thought your pet MILFs were done with you, you were wrong. You feel weight bearing down all around you, and open your eyes to find them wrangling you, forming into a pile on the sofa with you at the center, climbing up with you and crushing you between their considerable bodies. It is... unbelievably soft and heavy at the same time, like lying on a cloud that wants to smother you. Your face is pressed up against someone's tits, someone else's shoulder, and another's head; they're writhing and moaning and it's impossible to tell who's who because their fleshy bodies are contorting your face and forcing your eyes shut. Their hot bodies, coated in oil, slide frictionlessly back and forth over yours, making an utter ruin of the couch below in the process. You know that your cum, and their cum, is part of this nasty admixture too, but none of them seem to care.
"Mmmmggg-- mmmffffgggg--" You try to speak, but can't get anything out.
"Shhh, baby, shhh," Charlotte says, petting your hair with a slimy hand. "Don't talk..."
"Suck me, honey -- there you go..." Mom whispers into your ear, directing your lips to her chest. You latch on to one of her nipples and suck. Someone, maybe her, or maybe someone else, grasps your still erect cock and starts to tug. Their hand is as slick as anything else, and it feels just like fucking a wet twat. Another hand's wet fingers find your asshole -- don't penetrate you, but just the sensation of the encircling fingers tickling you there is divine all on its own. As the women slide back and forth across you, someone dumps the final dregs of the baby oil over your collective bodies. Your face is all puffy and drippy, now...
"Cum for me, okay?" Dr. Carte whispers.
"No, baby... cum for me," Mom says.
As they tug you off, they direct your face this way and that, making you nurse on them, each in turn... all three women get the use of your mouth. Occasionally, as they writhe and squirm with you, your penis slips into the inviting folds of a pussy or an ass, and the lucky woman fucks atop you for a few moments, before letting another have their turn. They've learned to share, all right. They're going to share you until there's nothing left. There are worse ways to die. Trapped between all this supple skin, these motherly bodies, as they cum on you and you cum on them -- a few squirts inside their bodies too, since all three mommies are so hot to get spermed in their wombs -- you have no choice but to enjoy it to its fullest extent.
You're not sure which of the wads you blow feels the best. The one you blow in your own biological mother's cunt-hole, holding her slippery ass with both hands as you desperately slam up and down into it and paint her insides white? The one you lose, moaning, in between Dr. Carte's extremely skilled fingers, as she masturbates you and makes you suck her tits? The one you pump in Charlotte's asshole, with only the tip of your prick nestled inside, a load you have to force out by straining your abs because she's so, so fucking tight, while she jerks the rest of your shaft off to help you orgasm inside her squishy body? They're all great, and all the cums you have are great too, as you lie entangled with them for hours upon hours, the meat of a MILF sandwich. You could feel like you're being used, but you don't care. Your mommies can use you anytime they want, as long as they're okay with taking all this jism.